| 1 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 2 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 3 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 4 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 5 | Line 5 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 6 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 7 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 8 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 9 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 10 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 11 | Line 11 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 12 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 13 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 14 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 15 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 16 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 17 | Line 17 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 18 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 19 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 20 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 21 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 22 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 23 | Line 23 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 24 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 25 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 26 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 27 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 28 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 29 | Line 29 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 30 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 31 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 32 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 33 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 34 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 35 | Line 35 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 36 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 37 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 38 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 39 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 40 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 41 | Line 41 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 42 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 43 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 44 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 45 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 46 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 47 | Line 47 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 48 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 49 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 50 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 51 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 52 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 53 | Line 53 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 54 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 55 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 56 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 57 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 58 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 59 | Line 59 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 60 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 61 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 62 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 63 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 64 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 65 | Line 65 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 66 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 67 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 68 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 69 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 70 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 71 | Line 71 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 72 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 73 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 74 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 75 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 76 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 77 | Line 77 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 78 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 79 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 80 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 81 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 82 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 83 | Line 83 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 84 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 85 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 86 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 87 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 88 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 89 | Line 89 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 90 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 91 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 92 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 93 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 94 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 95 | Line 95 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 96 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 97 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 98 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 99 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 100 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 101 | Line 101 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 102 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 103 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 104 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 105 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 106 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 107 | Line 107 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 108 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 109 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 110 | With that, the ancestral seal of the Verrin was pressed into the warm wax and then, before the whole assembly, ceremonially broken. |
| 111 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 112 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 113 | Line 113 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 114 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 115 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 116 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 117 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 118 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 119 | Line 119 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 120 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 121 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 122 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 123 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 124 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 125 | Line 125 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 126 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 127 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 128 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 129 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 130 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 131 | Line 131 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 132 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 133 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 134 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 135 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 136 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 137 | Line 137 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 138 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 139 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 140 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 141 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 142 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 143 | Line 143 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 144 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 145 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 146 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 147 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 148 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 149 | Line 149 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 150 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 151 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 152 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 153 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 154 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 155 | Line 155 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 156 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 157 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 158 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 159 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 160 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 161 | Line 161 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 162 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 163 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 164 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 165 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 166 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 167 | Line 167 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 168 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 169 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 170 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 171 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 172 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 173 | Line 173 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 174 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 175 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 176 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 177 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 178 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 179 | Line 179 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 180 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 181 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 182 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 183 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 184 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 185 | Line 185 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 186 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 187 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 188 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 189 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 190 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 191 | Line 191 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 192 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 193 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 194 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 195 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 196 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 197 | Line 197 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 198 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 199 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 200 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 201 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 202 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 203 | Line 203 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 204 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 205 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 206 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 207 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 208 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 209 | Line 209 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 210 | Here the trail ends; there is no further page to follow. You now hold both names you were sent to find: the river village of Aldermoor, where the courier began in the first chapter, and the House whose seal was broken above. Your task is complete the moment you write a file named answer.txt whose entire contents are that village name, a single hyphen, and that House name, and nothing else. Write it now. |
| 211 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 212 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 213 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 214 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 215 | Line 215 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 216 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 217 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 218 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 219 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 220 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
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